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Marietta Edgecombe (ex_edged72) wrote in strugglewithin,

Marietta was decidedly close lipped. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She maintained her polite, unmoved face trained. She was not going to be rude no matter how dreadfully she wanted to be. "I'm sure you were just terribly busy," she said. "I mean the majority of people they're hiring these days are completely incompetent." That was why she had so much work to do after all.

She'd rather die than eat anything from here. She was pretty sure Tom spit in the food or did worse things. Maybe it was just her food though. She still wasn't trustworthy of it. If Melinda wanted to eat it, it was her problem. "There is a place up the street that makes fantastic fish and chips. They're cleaning standards are probably much higher... to each their own."

And she focused on her drink again. She grew even more silent when asked how things were. "There really isn't a whole lot to tell. Pig's got his own special projects lately. We eat, sleep and work," she said being decidedly vague. Despite the fact she didn't honestly care, she found it easier to turn the question back on her. "And you? Anything interesting happening with you?"